Page 71 of Hart of Darkness
The blaring suddenly ceased at the same time Dillon flicked on the overhead lights.
I didn’t know what was worse, the siren or the lights. I blinked a couple of times to adjust my vision. When the kitchen became crystal clear, so did Dillon.
I couldn’t help but drag my gaze over his scrumptious body.Holy cannoli.That hair of his was wild and crazy. His cheeks were red. His eyes were sleepy, and he stood in his boxer briefs holding a gun at his side. If the looks of him weren’t enough to get me soaked, then the semi-erection he was sporting sure was.
He pointed the gun at the table. “Sit.” His voice was anything but sleepy.
I stood my ground at the arched doorway, folding my arms over my chest.
“Maggie, you’re not going anywhere until we talk.”
Or maybe have sex on the kitchen table.
He scratched his head before massaging his fingers through his hair. Then he deposited the gun on top of the fridge. “I’ll make some coffee.”
Now he was talking my language. I waltzed over to the table, parked my butt in a chair, and continued to admire the man while he made quick work of getting the coffeepot ready. “I can’t sleep.” As soon as I said that, I yawned, and it happened to be right when he glanced over his shoulder.
“Try again,” he said.
“I need to go into the paper. I have work to do.” I wasn’t lying exactly.
“Why don’t I believe you?”
To lie or not to lie.You like him. You probably like him more than you think. You’re an upfront kind of gal. Tell him the truth. Plus, if you want to go anywhere, you’ll need him to drive you.
When the coffeepot started gurgling, Dillon didn’t move from the counter. He seemed so comfortable in his own skin. He didn’t care that his hair was sticking up in all directions. He didn’t care that his penis was growing by the second, the longer he looked at me. He probably didn’t know that he could win the annualPeople Magazineaward for the sexiest man alive.
Regardless, the longer he ogled and the longer I didn’t answer him, the more the butterflies came alive. He was someone I could date. He was someone I could love. In that moment, the word love didn’t scare me.
“I’m waiting,” he said, breaking my trance.
The coffeemaker continued to drip, and the aroma filled the room.
“What are we doing?” I asked.
He cocked his head.
I waggled a finger between us. “You and me.”
We liked each other. We were attracted to each other.
“We’re helping each other,” he said.
“We’re also having sex,” I added.
He grinned as though he was remembering our night together. “And?”
And you’re worming your way into my heart.
The coffeemaker murmured one last time before it beeped.
He filled two cups then brought them to the table. “Not sure if you take yours black or not.”
Black and strong was perfect.
He dragged a chair out and folded his muscular body into it. “What’s really going on, Maggie?”
I took a sip of coffee. “I feel like I haven’t accomplished shit in my life.” That was the truth. “I feel like I’m pissed off at the world. I want revenge so bad, I can taste it. Yet when I see all the great things you do for the shelter and how big your heart is for those girls, I hate myself.” Another truth. Whether it was the coffee, the time of night, or the realization that Cory was working for the Black Knights, I didn’t care. It felt amazing to get that off my chest.
